Revenge is a Wrath from the Gods

In a world where heroes, villains, and vigilantes are ranked using terms such as warriors, demigods, gods and anything similar everyday a disaster happens, you'd be considered lucky to make it to next Sunday. Anyone who was able to afford to put dinner on the table was upper class. Middle class was owning a home in general, and the lower class, oh lower class, was everyone for themself. Most people were middle class, able to afford a house, still struggling but at least they had a roof over their head. Tommy's been a lower class citizen in L'manberg ever since he ran away from home. But he was never alone, he always had Tubbo or Ranboo, until five years ago. He doesn't like to think about it though, he doesn't need anyone but himself. Tommy could survive even if every night it felt like his life was even more pointless than the night before, even if every night he cried himself to sleep, even if his tears froze to his cheeks every night no matter the season. He didn't need anyone, he was okay.